Trenchant

Life gives us twists to see how we handle the situations. Have we learned anything in its cycles of disappointments, hurts, and unexpected changes?… But, life too has its ways of compensating for those emotional surges that call in the winds; wings set to find the peace, joy, and bring with it smiles and cheerfulness, … More Trenchant

Veracity

Torn by your words, hurting to my core; afterthoughts cause pondering of all that had been said. A jolting to reality, and that, I must confess. Truth – the two edged sword that did not destroy me; but instead, released me. I too, then took to use  that sword that cut me loose. No longer … More Veracity

Superficial

Though life digs with a trowel and may not be relatively deep, I seem to climb back up a few times in search of me, I sometimes slide, going right back down; and I have to remind myself, to just stand up… © EN, All Rights Reserved

Self-Reclamation

When a lover’s heart has been severed, do not look to youthful emotions that were of innocence, combined with inexperience and, of course, immature ignorance. By all means look back and be sure to grasp, the identity that may have been surrendered in order to please, the now-lost lover; and your true “self,” just might … More Self-Reclamation

Jitters

Some things I wish to never do, I find they’ve been achieved. But many things I need to do, my time seems incomplete. A life of rush we run amuck, that leads to self-destruction. With time we’re sick filled with disease, because of our reactions. © EN, All Rights Reserved

Just Release

  You think I’m reserved a touch eccentric, or just a little weird; no, I’m neither of the three, unless you extend this  to being uninhibited. Feel free to join me just being yourself, but always knowing when to convey human respect.  Simple gratitude, and always for everything. For without the negative, where are the … More Just Release

Imaginative

Today I just keep wandering, my mind’s not sure of what to think. I start on this, move on to that; I hear a sound, can’t concentrate. This creative existence is just from within me; silent on the surface, but quite active my the head. © EN, All Rights Reserved

Emotionally Lost

I hear your tones, in waves of beauty; so pleasing to the soul. My mind resets when I hear it, (the cello in the mix). I don’t know why I want to cry, but tears begin to form… I listen on, the beauty of, composer’s heart at work.               … More Emotionally Lost

Wondering

Sometimes I sit, no thought in mind alone and in my room. As I await, a thought to rest; I hope it will come soon… Creation’s magic speaks to me, a poem so soft and sweet. Am I to write this down(?) I ask, or is it just for me… © EN, All Rights Reserved